I Dreamed I Was Dying…
(This is from a journal/diary entry earlier this morning, I’ve proofread it to not annoy you lol)
I had some crazy dreams last night from what I remember.
I told Gloria (my sister)
?some of it…well all I could remember.
I was in a field with Elmo, Frank, Abe, Kiki (my brothers, my big sis & a friend)
We were in a big truck cutting through these woods after a basketball game.
We got stuck and couldn’t get our truck out of these woods, it was almost as if the woods grew more trees and made us get stuck there.
We started walking and I noticed that there was a full-grown wolf following us from afar… and then he howled.
Then I saw 2 wolves 2 to the right of him and we all started running.
Kiki (nickname for my sis)
disappeared and in the dream I remember?telling the guys, “I’ll take this one to the right and you guys take that one to the left.”
I guess the 3rd wolf disappeared.
I had one wolf lunge?at me and I grabbed it by it’s mouth and didn’t let it bite me.
I put all of my weight on it but it was a strong mofo.
I called for Abey (my bro)
(I don’t know why I was fending for myself when there was 4 of us) and told him to come kick the shit out of the wolf.
Weird, as I held it down it now ?looked like a German Shepherd now, brown & black.
Anyhow, Abe kicked the dog a few times and it yelped big time
I noticed there was another animal creeping on us.
It was a fucking hyena.
Really, what fucking woods were we in?!
Anyhow, I saw it gaining on us and I had the presence of mind to pick up and throw the wounded wolf at the hyena. Pretty sure my brother had broken several of its ribs, he’s like 6’2 240 lbs. and veteran so I knew he’d done well.
started eating the wolf.
I could hear bones snapping,
?and the wolf howling in pain.
Pretty gruesome, but it was either the wolf or us.
It was kind of fascinating in a way too.
Elmo & Frank (my other bro & friend)?
were able to handle the other wolf and like I said, the 3rd wolf disappeared (or better yet turned into a fucking hyena).
I’m not sure what to make of this dream, but I love being able to remember them.
Nasty But Amusing
I remember that after this imbroglio, I was thinking we were scot-free from the woods of hell and then I felt some pain in my stomach, a burning sensation, kind of like when you put rubbing alcohol or a shit ton of Hydrogen Peroxide on a wound.
Apparently, I was bitten by one of the wolves.
Pretty bad too.
I saw blood GUSHING out of my stomach from a hole that was made by the bite.
It burned like a cut does, not terribly bad but enough for you to know that mofo is there and ain’t going anywhere.
I told the guys about my “situation”, they looked in horror
and we started running out of the woods and I remember feeling like something was coming out of my stomach.
It was my intestines.
Shit, this was like the movies…
I plugged the gushing hole in my stomach with my finger, but the hole was bigger than my pointy finger so it was still dripping out the sides and I could feel my insides trying to come out.
I was going to die.
People?don’t usually survive when their intestines falling out I thought, I’d always heard that if you got a gunshot or a wound to the stomach, that you were French toast (hee hee).
Had to be true right
I didn’t feel terrible.
I just knew I was going to die.
It was a weird feeling.
But then I started to faintly realize I was dreaming.
I didn’t know for sure but I had a good idea that this was not the end.
I awoke and felt my stomach to make sure there wasn’t a crater in it (aside from my belly button lol).
I got up and told my sister the story, but it’s weird how stuff comes back to you when you write it down versus just saying what you dreamed.
I’d left some stuff out when I originally recited the story.
Does that ever happen to you?
You start to remember more as you write, shit at least I did, even as I proofread this blog post I’ve added a little snippet here and there.
I didn’t remember everything as I told my sister, but writing brought it out.
So odd, but I guess not really.
That’s why we all need to fucking write.
You need to challenge your mind into recalling shit that you know, but think you’ve forgotten.
You may not remember everything.
You may not remember it at all every time, but your mind needs to be challenged.
Don’t just write it off (hehehe don’t pardon the pun).
Ok, that was a little dumb?but whatever, I do what I want.
My Take On All This
I guess I got 2 big things out of this story…
- You should abso-fucking-tutely write…ALOT.
- You’re going to die, start working on them fucking goals?now. It won’t always just be some dream you can put in a blog post.
I hope this inspires you to do something about whatever the hell you keep putting off and replace with watching dancing dads on Maury or whatever the crap else it is 🙂